I like what you've taught me and how you've taught me. Your children are beautiful and your cultures, intriguing. Suddenly my interpretation of "rich" has been altered with that image of family intimacy you've demonstrated; inspiring. Did you know that you home strangers who care much for you, if even only for 9 months. I ask you to acknowledge them, I think they tire.
You of unspoken beauty and mangly treasures, hear and live.
Your heartbreak is my reason to be here.
He loves you. He loves you.
Glory, glory. My Lord is here.
Life ain't gonna get any better. You are.
Friday, January 30, 2009
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ah!! may the Lord work in Thailand !!!
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